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So You Want To Get Published.

#cool #writing #infographic

thinkoutloud-ovo

#because

owmeex

scarftumbls

this was adorable but then the cat

soul-likethesea

The cat is an accurate description of me in winter.

#cat

two sides to every story

Who wins?

#red #pen #doodle #thoughts #bus ride

self-portrait, mirror study

#self portrait #pencil #moleskine

#moleskine #illustration #doodle #pencil

#illustration #pop open #concept #sketch #window #stars #curtain #red

#pen #doodle #illustration #moleskine

#pencil #doodle #pen

#verjinya #verjinyalee #moleskine #engraving #acrylic #sharpie #prismacolor

Healing a Broken Heart

Thud. Thud. Thud. The rhythm of my breathing, matched to the beating of my heart. Chest rises, chest falls. Up, down. Up, down. Inhale. Exhale. The clock is ticking on the window sill. Time to wake up, get up. Tick, tick – times a’wasting as I feel that I’m wasting away. How is it that a broken heart can still manage to beat. Thud. Thud. Thud. Get up, straight to the bathroom to begin the daily routine of teeth brushing, hair brushing. Mundane repetitive cycles that feel as though they are starting to strangle. Leaving the comfort of a sea of goose down comforters, wrapped around my body like bandages. I wrap myself in them every night and they heal me as I plummet from this strange reality into another yet stranger subconscious dimension – where dreams do not always provide retreat from my throbbing heart. But sometimes do. Boil the water for a cup of tea, check the weather. Dress myself. Out to the street amongst the downtown business people. Clink. Clink. The tingle of the buckles of my boots as I pound the pavement fast paced to make the train just on time to start my day. Sometimes on the 2 or 3 I get a seat but never on the 4 or 5 in which we all ride together smooshed in like sardines. Either way I love the chaotic peacefulness of it all, the contradiction the almost uncomfortable comfort in which I find being packed in with a bunch of strangers – drowning in their own lives… maybe their own heartbreak. And it seems more significant, the reasons for our struggles. Some little piece of the puzzle that we all seem to be apart of. Off the train. Run to class. Focus. Focus. Focus. Out of class. Back to the train. Angry faces to the strangers that invade my space when all I want is my bed. Off the train. This is how one heals a broken heart. Rejoice in the simple routine, know your apart of a bigger thing. And work. Work. Work. You still dream. Your heart still beats. The sun rises again inevitably the next morning. Tick. Tock. Tick. Thud. Thud. Thud.

[2010]

Acrylic + Pen and Ink + Photoshop

#acrylic #pen and ink #photoshop